Despite distractions
Imposed by city life
My soul is tranquil
Freed of its strife

But I would pity
Henry David Thoreau
If he were to see
His brothers living so

Railroads are bad
He once insisted
He was not aware
Of all he predicted

His mind would be shocked
By a sniff at the breeze
At the sight of modem man
He would fall to his knees

When seeing leveled hills
Where trees used to grow
Trains might finally fill a need
For Henry David Thoreau